alright kiddies let's do this shall we - it's wednesday and well the only wip i have stuff worth sharing y'all haven't seen is - you guessed it the 5+1 smutty incestiness one lolz
under the cut lies henry/alex/philip and some no-rpressure tags but open tag to anyone who wants it (and i may have forgotten some who knows it's late and my brain has been very fried post-vacay)
Alex is leaning over the edge of the bed, kissing his way up Philip’s chest, nipping at the skin with his teeth, soothing it with his tongue. Marks from last night still mark a path along his ribs, showing where Alex had been, laying his claim for the weekend. Henry, at his back and kissing his neck, whispers into his ear, “Look how he lets you do that, make your mark all over him. He’s never let the others do that. Always stopped them from claiming him in any way. He lets you, though; in fact, the way he allows you to mark him up is almost like he wants you to, like he wants the reminder you were there.”
Alex moans and is surprised he doesn’t come right then and there. Henry knows all his buttons to push. The idea of marking the future king is such a fuckin’ power trip. He never realized how much he craved power until Henry and he started this thing between them and Philip. Now, getting to have the future king under him, in some way, was a semi-regular occurrence, and it not only got him going, but he knew that Henry got off on seeing that side of him.
Philip squirms beneath Alex as he latches onto a nipple, sucking hard and then working it with his tongue and teeth. The moan that falls from Philip’s lips has Alex smiling, laving more attention on the hard bud Philip’s nipple has become.
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so scheduling this since the vacay thing is a thing that sucks all my time up and i'm gonna post some more of this smutty 3some 5+1
and thanks to @typicalopposite & @duchessdepolignaca03 for sneaking in an early tag (i got home in time to fix this lolz)
once again it's under the cut for henry/alex/philip smut
Philip motions with his head, and Alex walks over to him; when he gets close enough, Pip pulls him in, and this time, Henry gets to view the hug with claiming hand on Alex’s arse. Alex has a nice arse, no matter what, but something about a future king’s hand on it, as if claiming it for England, makes it look even nicer. Henry walks over to them and motions toward the door. It’s then that Pip realizes what Henry’s done, that he’s given them one more time before he leaves, and it’s just Alex and Henry. But, also, a chance to do this thing that so many would turn up their noses at, at the very least, here in Buckingham while the queen is away.
Henry follows as Philip guides Alex into the room, and Henry shuts and locks the door behind them, hitting the button on the wall for the shades that completely block out the outside world. At that moment, Alex realizes what is going on. “Wait, I thought Pip had a meeting, and we were just popping over here to say ‘bye’ since he heads out tonight.”
“It seems that dear Henry has been sneaky and scheduled us a longer goodbye.”
“Oh, well then.” Alex turns and captures Philip’s lips with his own, and the moan that escapes Alex when Philp pulls him closer has Henry’s cock twitching in anticipation.
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so a sneak peak at the title card for the 3some fic (minus the title and a few other bits lolz)
first thanks to the lovely @suseagull04 @england-would-fall @typicalopposite @inell & @taste-thewaste for today's tags
thanks becz for helping me determine my choice for today's words was good lolz
open tag for anyone who wants it a few more after the snippet 💚
smutty incestiness in the form of henry/alex/philip beneath the cut
Philip hadn’t planned to fuck Alex over the table in the cottage they are staying in, but he is weak to resist the sleep-rumpled look and the boxers that practically slide off him. If he had to name the thing that pushes him over the edge, it is probably the hints of Alex’s cock peaking out of his boxers that make him spread him out and devour him as if he is breakfast and then fuck him.
He looks up at the sound he hears in the doorway and sees Henry standing there with a sleepy smile. He leans down to whisper to Alex, “Alex, look, he's finally awake. Do you want to show him what a good boy you are?”
Philip barely gets the words out, and Alex is coming between them, his arse getting tighter around him as he pushes in, bringing him over the edge, and he empties into Alex. Philip is panting, focusing on holding himself up, his cock softening, still inside Alex, so he can be forgiven for not even realizing Henry moves until he’s right next to them. Henry runs his finger through Alex’s come pooled on his stomach, brings the finger to his lips, and sucks it clean. Henry’s moan as he sucks Alex’s come from his finger is echoed by Alex as he watches.
Philip catches Henry’s finger when he goes back for more, this time sucking the finger clean himself, getting a taste of Alex he hasn’t had in a while. He sees Alex watching them, eyes blown wide with lust, and pulls Henry’s finger from his mouth with a pop. He leads Henry’s hand back to the come still on Alex’s stomach and brings the two he drags through it back to his mouth. He licks the fingers, first putting on a show, then sucking them into his mouth and bringing them back out clean. He feels his soft cock slip from Alex and isn’t sure if the whiny moan is from the loss of something filling him or the show he put on devouring Alex’s come.
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alright luv ur the last of this week's ficlets cuz I needed to make sure this was what it needed to be (since it's gonna link up with the big thing I'm working on)
WARNING: below this line lies implied future and past incestual activity of the brothers sharing boys variety - we're gonna call it afoxcest (alex and the fox bros) (superior to wincest) or FirstprinceS - we'll see - but if you do not or can not read this bcuz of that do us all a favor and scroll right by!!!
Philip is, quite frankly, fucked, he’ll admit it; Martha is laughing at him this morning when he has her over for breakfast to discuss how perfect Alex could be for Henry. Of course, she immediately realizes that Philip also thinks Alex is perfect. He isn’t even going to bother attempting to convince her that isn’t the case. She knows him as well as he knows her. They don’t have any secrets.
“I just need to hope Henry was his ‘impressing foreign boys’ self and not his ‘pissing the foreign boys off with his inability to be functional’ self.”
“Pip, that’s not fair; you know he’s struggling since your dad’s death. I know you’ve tried to help, but your Gran is a lot, and Henry has been getting the worst of it since then. Even if he has messed up, as we both know is possible your Gran was being a right shit forcing him so many places lately. You’ll just have to help him fix that. If you are truly convinced Alex is so perfect for him, or more, you’ll need to have a plan.”
How she never batted an eye when she found out that Henry and Philip have occasionally shared a man between them made him realize even more how lucky he was to have fallen in love with Martha. It’s not a thing they do often, less than they would like, but it’s not like they can find any random person. Their father’s illness did not make things easier in that regard. Besides dealing with the fact they may lose him, the person who helped their mother know who she was. He held their family together, and when he got sick, Philip watched their grandmother creep into more of their lives. He and Martha have attempted to divert as much of that attention off the rest of his family as they can by appearing to fall in line, but it has not been as successful as he would like it to be.
Philip is brought out of his thoughts when Martha clears her throat and realizes he’s been staring at the table. There, he has the paper sprawled out, the picture of Henry and Alex at the diving competition that some photographer has snapped. Alex appears to be walking toward Henry with a smile that would make kings send armies to battle for him. Philip hopes it went well. He’ll find out soon; if not, he’ll help Henry fix it.
That afternoon, when Henry returns, Philip finds him in the music room at Kensington. He plops down the paper on the table next to him, and Henry looks up, startled, almost as if he’s expecting a reprimand. He instantly knows something must have gone wrong and hopes it’s fixable. He kneels in front of Henry, pulling his hands in his to comfort him, “What happened, Henry?”
“He's so beautiful, Pip,” the small, almost smile that tugs at Henry’s lips is sad, “But I’m certain I mucked it up beyond repair.” Philip gets up and pulls Henry to the nearby sofa, letting him tell him all the details, and starts thinking about what he needs to do to fix this and who he needs to contact to find out more about Mr. Claremont-Diaz. Henry begins to sob into Philip's shoulder. He soothes him, letting him fall asleep against him like their father used to do for all of them.
this can also be found on ao3 if you'd rather, they'll all be there as they get written
